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Super Gina
02 September 2009 @ 01:18 am
 

I'm watching the smoke swirl into my face
focusing on its confused movement
to hinder my mind from drifting
the embers trickling down my incense stick
remind me that time is moving even though I am not
the ash gets thick and clings together
for as long as gravity allows
then it tumbles onto the ground like snow from a tree
time passes


 
 
Super Gina
19 August 2009 @ 01:47 am
 
Thrift store wedding dresses...now that's $6 well spent!

Just a taste:

  


The rest can be found here: http://xgigix.deviantart.com/gallery/


 
 
Super Gina
10 August 2009 @ 12:40 am
 

Back to the woods
the something-days of a past life
Siberia and wolves
an Igloo in the North
Self-destructing memories
exploding and disappearing in the dark
shooting the fire
and the smell of gunpowder
 
 
Photo by John Aranda


 
 
Current Music: Punk Rock Parranda - Gogol
 
 
Super Gina
30 July 2009 @ 11:25 pm



Question of the day: Does money ruin people?

Think it over.
I know I have....

 
 
Super Gina
26 July 2009 @ 12:29 am

I'm getting to that point in my life where the things that I think and do are starting to come together to form my ultimate personhood. Well, I guess you could argue that every moment of one's life eventually amounts to the human being that they will once become, but what I mean to impart is the climactic sense of what I'm feeling at the moment. Maybe it's all just perception, this notion that one day I'll be able to say, "This is who I am and this was my purpose in life." Whether it's a day that I may actually reach or merely a figment of my dreams, I must admit that it's an idea that drives from day to day. For me, it's that presumed moment of complete enlightenment...something that I almost look forward to - the period at the end of my sentence, the culmination of my life's knowledge. It's pretty strange, now that I think of it. If anything, that period of enlightenment would logically be the end to my life (the point at which all that should happen has happened, and there's no further to go), and yet I look forward to the mere feeling of having it all figured out.

Ah, how easy it would be, right?
WRONG. Wrong-O! Here's the thing - it's always been about the journey, and it always will be. As much as I may consciously yearn for the cheat-sheet to life's tests, I'd never appreciate it if I had them. Yes, it's frightening and it's stressful, but this feeling that things are about to get really important must be faced with the utmost strength. Push on self, push on!
 
 
Super Gina
03 June 2009 @ 02:10 pm


Ugh, so another school year comes to a close...
This part is always so hectic because I want so badly to enjoy everything before I head back home, and yet, i have to face the music and study for finals. bleh! Strangely though, things feel different this year...but different in a good way, i guess. I feel a lot less inclined to want to go back to the VC this summer...not because I don't like Ventura, but just because I feel like I've really established a home here in the good ol' OC. It's a weird feeling, but I'm glad to be moving on. It'll still be nice to go back and spend some time at home, but I have a feeling it's going to get old REAL quick. I've grown accustomed to the feeling that something is going on around me at all times...and well, let's face it, most of the things that go down in Ventura stem from boredom. I suppose places are what you make of them, and hopefully I'll rediscover something wonderful about Ventura that I've never known :P [I can dream can't I?]

Well other than that, things have just been chuggin-a-luggin along pretty fluidly. Fun adventures, endless homework, creepers mccreepers, and the usual. I'm not complaining though, times could definitely be worse. It's difficult to accept, but I'm trying my best to accept change and better myself through it. Such is life...it's funny how I've failed to follow my own advice for so long, and little did I know it was all sort of just happening on its own subconsciously. Weeeeird mannnn.

Blah, anyways, I don't wanna get all heavy and shitz. Truthfully, I'm just avoiding the ridiculous amount of reading I have to do by Monday...awesome!

Oh and also, I excitedly await the return of my main homeslice :) How have I gone this long without my partner in crime??? I seriously have no idea...

I <3 Piano Cat

 
 
Current Music: Time - Sean Hayes
 
 
Super Gina
17 May 2009 @ 11:45 pm
 

Well whaddya know, the literary dry spell's been broken. All it took was a little philosophical jabber for inspiration, and the mind just runs with it...

Today was somewhat eventful, so I figured I might as well jot down a little sumthin' sumthin' about it. Some peeps and I made a couple film shorts about how to have fun without spending any money, which inevitably (or evitably) resulted in singing improvised versions of "I'm On A Boat" in various locations around Irvine...such as "I'm On A See-Saw," "I'm In A Fountain," "I'm On A Hill" and well, you get the picture. The activities also resulted in massive grass burns (or dare I say "rashes"....EW!) from rolling down hills and a few minor scratches and bruises from attempting to form a human chain to slide down the playground slide. As it turns out, methods of childhood fun get more and more painful as you get older...either that or playground equipment has shrunk over the years. Also, I have experienced my most epic fountain dive yet! We found ourselves scaling the treacherous granite waterfall behind The District sign on the corner of Jamboree and Barranca - an incredible and thrilling feat, not to mention a great way to cool down on a sweltering hot day. After a few water battles and an endless brigade of shocked stares on the faces of those driving by, we decided to head out. As we walked, dripping wet to the car, we're stopped by mall security and told to wait because the cops were on their way over. Wait? HAH! Rather, we jumped in the car and booked it back to campus. Suckas!

Ze end!
 
 
Super Gina
17 May 2009 @ 02:03 am


Sifting fingers through the smoke screen of cosmic dreams
the midnight philosopher travels with a pen in hand and eyes fixed on the sky above
His shackled ankles drag in the dampened earth
exhausted from never-ending scraps with the big bad world 
The spectacles that once rested upon his confident nose lay in grass two miles back
focused no more on nameless faces attached to suffering psyches
their tortured souls inhabit the morning sidewalks
The night's complexities now left to the hungry mind to sniff and devour
they flower and blossom with the willingness of a child 
unveiling the bewildering truths of his innermost longings and unjustified emotions
once held to the confines of the shadowed grey matter that fills his head
He is Jack's unshaken discomfort
wandering aimlessly through a world as bitter as he
searching for enlightenment in a corporate sector 
casting his lasso around billowing clouds and hoping to catch a star or two.


 
 
Super Gina
22 April 2009 @ 12:18 am


Vulnerable - that's how I like you,
in recognition of the futile and the unchangeable,
a friend to the strange,
a victim of the universe,
a relic in the sea of rubbish.

The storm is past its brewing,
but we'd met in the eye -
caught in the isolation of a single memory,
shackled by the torment of momentary liberation.
I pray for calm seas and predictability,
but Yemaya whispers into my ear,
"Child, all is lost."

Underneath, I cower...
from the surrounding turmoil,
and from nature's imbalance.
The ocean sneezes on me from afar,
covered in its salty residue,
I wipe it from my face, arise,
and take to the bow.
Set me free from my vessel...
Let me be immersed in the motion of the waters,
let me find you again, amidst the mayhem of the waves.
 
 
Current Music: Alcohol - Gogol Bordello/Sunshine - Keane
 
 
Super Gina
14 April 2009 @ 06:00 pm
 Well, from the looks of it, my blog needs a little cheering up. No more "boo-hoo, woe is me" talk!...well, for as long as I can hold out :P Anyway, I found a funny little something from years ago that I thought I'd re-post. And, although I can't take credit for it, it makes me indescribably happy nonetheless. Enjoy!



Dear A Pear

I have some things I'd like to get off my chest. This applies mostly to the Bosc, but I say to Anjou, Bartlett and Comice, you too should take note, as some of the following points apply to you as well.

You're not a sporty fruit. You don't shine. You look like you may have at one point, as if the salty sea winds have dulled your once regal luster to a now lifeless patina. You are never featured on slot machines, and your inclusion in salads sends a strong message; that this dish is going to be funky, and will almost definitely include walnuts. I never want to eat you after a game of touch football.

You are the Springsteen of fruits. You've never sold out. Never went seedless, never came smaller. There's no pear nano. Nobody ever really figured your flavor out for candy replication. Sure, Jelly Belly has tried, but it's not even close, and looks too much like the watermelon one. When you are juiced, your only purpose is to back up more expensive and exciting extracts. And still you never complain. 

Your bulbous shape and coarse skin make you very difficult to eat without a knife. I have tried on occasion, and the only outcome is a very sore inside of my upper lip. You are secretive. What aren't you telling us that you might know? Do you know marijuana? If there were one fruit that was sent to Earth from another planet to study us humans, it would be you. (Wink.)

You are the stillest of all fruits. Your heavy base says "I'm staying right here!" and you don't roll very well. I think this is why you are always featured in paintings of still life. You keep everything really, really still. In fact, I wouldn't take a painting of fruit seriously if you weren't there as the father figure of the bowl. I would say to myself "how do I know those fruits didn't just come to a stop moments before the painting had begun?" And then I'd see the pear and just nod. And believe. 

I've never heard anything desirable described as being "pear shaped". You are a two-dollar bill, an almost accidental inclusion into the mainstream culture of nature's bounty. But you don't make a big fuss, as if someone's bound to notice you and send you back to the crude, wooden table at which blood oranges and persimmons sit quietly. You got a real good head on your shoulders. 

Don't go changing any day soon, a pear. I get you.

I just get you. 

Frankenstein
 

Credit for the ingenious goes to John Mayer. Damn his clever wit!
 
 
Current Music: Muse's "Feeling Good" cover
 
 
Super Gina
28 March 2009 @ 03:02 pm

Okay, so everybody has things that frustrate them, and I'm no exception. I try desperately to avoid ranting in my blog (unless it's in the incognito form of poetry), but let's just call this an experiment to see if it makes me feel any better...

I touched on this a couple of blogs ago, but it's still sort of riding on my back. Basically, there's someone in my life that appears to be stealing my identity (and not in the "free credit report.com" kinda way). The whole thing is just really bizarre to me, and I feel like I may just be crazy. I mean, I'm not the type of girl that other chicks (well, normal chicks at least) strive to be like. Who knows? Maybe she's not even trying to act like me...Is it possible that she just is like me? I don't know. All I know is that it's starting to get on my nerves, and it doesn't help that I have to spend so much time with her. I'm not even sure why it bothers me so much. Most of my closest friends share lots of things in common with me, but at least we all have a distinctness about us. We're unique individuals that have the ability to connect on multiple levels because of our similar interests and upbringings. I think the problem is that I feel like I'm being replaced. Not only does she speak, dress, and act like me, but she beats me to the punch (of being me)! She says what I'm thinking before I can, and she takes credit for all of MY attributes. Now, I know that I don't necessarily have ownership over everything I like, dislike, and have a general opinion about, but I can't stand feeling like the things that define me are being claimed by someone else. It's been hard enough trying to "find myself" and my niche through the years, and now I have to share it? No thanks...
 
 
Super Gina
24 March 2009 @ 11:39 pm
A hot-and-cold fever of deceit and denial - 
I shiver at the thought of our regrets.
Rejected realities and prosthetic confidence
breeds new perspectives on a life unlived.
Lives unwanted and uncared for,
hiding in the shadowed safety of a home,
frightened for the goodness that comes
(or may come) of a bold encounter.
He shares sacred whispers with the bartender,
while she's off using the restroom.
This is who we are after all...
spawns of the age of cheap satisfaction, 
given at the expense of the innocent,
the beautiful.

 
 
 
Current Music: Ode To LRC - Band of Horses
 
 
Super Gina
21 March 2009 @ 02:07 pm




 Fuck my life: I missed my art final. Turns out it wasn't during finals week. Who knew?

Looking in the mirror: I've realized that as much as I sometimes wish that I had more people in my life that are like me, I don't exactly enjoy having a "twin." Imitation may be flattery, but I can do without it. A little variation isn't so bad after all...

To each their own: There is no such thing as "the quintessential college experience." I can honestly say that I would rather chill with a group of genuinely nice people - watch some movies, grab some dinner, and pretty much do whatever - as opposed to doing keg stands and smoking with a bunch of random assholes. College is full chock of assholes, I'm finding (and uninspired ones at that)...but I am making a conscious effort to resist the things that don't fulfill me, and feed the relationships that do.

Hi Ho! That's about all that comes to mind at the moment...thus, let spring break commence!

p.s. - This picture makes my day/life. D'ohhhhhhh!



 
 
Super Gina
19 March 2009 @ 01:38 pm


In the dark, I'm always in the dark
tripping over sharp-edged objects,
gripping thin air to break my falls,
and moving with the utmost caution.
I know there is a light switch -
that somewhere in the obscurity of this room,
there exists my key to consciousness.
But looking without sight
makes finding into a punishing task.
For ever if my salvation were within reach,
I'd mistake it for a chair or a desk.
The endless space holds endless surprises,
producing irrational but uncontrollable fears.
I close my eyes and feel,
waiting for consciousness to find me.
Or rather, waiting for a savior that will never come.
There's nothing left
but to fight to survive myself, for myself.
I am in the dark,
blind and ready for redemption.
Slow and steady, I will open my eyes
to see and be seen, the way it was mean to be.



 
 
Super Gina
04 March 2009 @ 10:49 pm

 My photos from the Eve of Justice rally in Costa Mesa:


 




Let's hope that injustice is overturned with tomorrow's hearing!


 

 
 
Super Gina
01 March 2009 @ 01:13 pm
It's been a while since I last shot a cohesive set of photos, but a recent trip to Newport brought about some much needed inspiration.

The set's called "Things You Left Behind" and you can find it here: vivaphotography.shutterfly.com/


 
 
Super Gina
26 January 2009 @ 11:22 am
The Fallen and The Unreformed


New York (left) v. Pumkin (right) - Notice the loogie mid-air.

What's our fascination with watching people make complete and utter fools of themselves? Flavor of Love, I Love New York, Rock of Love, Real Chance At Love, Flavor of Love 2, and the list goes on and on. All of these shows feature groups of shameless, publicity-hungry twenty somethings who claim to be in search of love. The ensuing drama, hilarity, and sheer ridiculousness makes these shows incredibly addicting to the average TV-holic. They're basically montages of drunken moments among the scantily clad and clearly uneducated dredges of our generation, where the only trace of cohesion lies in the unrequited love of a has-been/D-list celebrity. Harsh much? Well, to ease the burn, I'll add that I myself am an avid viewer of these types of shows. Does that make me just as pathetic as the show's contestants? I think not. I, like the rest of the media-junkies who comprise the VH1 audience, recognize the uselessness of watching these demonstrations of stupidity (except, perhaps, for models of what not to ever do). It isn't difficult to see. Though "normal" is a relative term, I think it's fair to say that normal people don't commonly hock loogies in each other's faces and fist fight on a daily basis. We know that the people on these shows are acting "unacceptably," and that's exactly what makes it entertaining. We can sit on our couches and laugh at them, point fingers, and say "man, I would NEVER do that!" It's stimulating and entertaining, although not exactly in the good way. It doesn't bring up philosophical issues or impart key information, but I would argue that it challenges our conceptions of humanity. Sometimes I find myself wondering, "Do people like this really exist in the world?" And obviously, the answer is yes. Despite the fact that most of these people put on a show for the intrusive cameras, it still says something about their personal sets of morals and values. Now, I can't speak for everyone, but watching people who seemingly have no morals only reinforces the importance of having morals to me. Reverse effect. And I don't think I'm the only one. Which brings me to my next point...

These shows were only the first wave. Did you really think it was going to quickly fade away just like that?



Recently, I've been seeing a new emerging trend in reality television: reformation shows. Charmed School and Tool Academy are just a few of ones on VH1, and I saw a commercial for one that's supposed to be on ABC (something about an "Inner Beauty contest," where the contestants think they're being judged on their outer appearance, when they're actually being judged on their inner beauty). They've taken it one step further. Now that we've seen these reality "stars" demonstrate their retardation, we want to watch them as they're shown the error of their ways, and are ultimately set straight. This, in itself, is a perfect example of the media-induced public's love-hate relationship with reality television. We ridicule its' stupidity, yet when it acknowledges its' own wrongdoings, we grant it forgiveness. VH1 and MTV say, "Oops, our bad!" and then attempt to nullify the bad street cred with shows that appear to have slightly more substance than their predecessors. If you haven't yet seen any of these shows, Charmed School features the former female contestants from Rock of Love and Flavor of Love [wonder why that is? as if the guys on I Love New York couldn't benefit from some counseling?], as they are put through somewhat of a boot camp to gain class. Meanwhile, Tool Academy attempts to teach "tools" to become better boyfriends and men in general. Not that this is a bad thing, if assuming that these people actually wanted to change for the better. Unfortunately, the only motivation that keeps them on these shows is usually a cash prize. Greed at its best. They'll do whatever it takes. And in the end, they all go away with 15 more minutes of fame, and we go away feeling a little less spiteful towards humanity. 

Anyone who has the least bit of analytical experience can see that it's a ploy to keep the audience coming back for more. And truthfully, it works. I came back for more, after all. Although it's just about on the verge of "getting old" in my book, I still know enough about it to think it's worth discussing. I of all people am not condoning reality television, but I suppose the point is merely to keep your thinking cap on. Realize that the world of reality TV and the real world are two entirely different places. There is complexity and meaning in the real world. Meanwhile, in the world of reality TV, all can be good and well on the surface, where it counts! 



 
 
Current Music: Wishing Well - Airborne Toxic Event
 
 
Super Gina
10 January 2009 @ 03:27 pm


I hate being at the mercy of big businesses. The longer I find myself in Irvine, amongst the [painfully boring] financially stable families of suburbia, the more I find myself unable to escape outrageous costs of living. And people used to tell me that Ventura was bad?! Now, somebody please tell me why my cable/internet bill is more expensive than electricity, gas, and food combined!!!

Naturally, I tried to switch to a new company, hoping that somewhere there existed a reasonable communications company. Turns out, COX Cable has a complete monopoly on Irvine. Even if I wanted to get Satellite cable, my apartment complex [Nazis that they are] doesn't allow Satellite dishes. Thus, I have no choice but to pay a whopping $120 a month for shitty service. And by the way, it's not like I can go without their services. Despite the fact that Wi-fi isn't directly essential to my survival, it is essential to my life as a student. And they know that...of course they know that. How else would they get away with charging that much? They know people need it!

I mean, I'm not a cheap person and I'm not exactly poor. I've been known to drop some cash on things that I deem worthy. I just don't like being taken advantage of. Some big fucking asshole is sitting pretty...probably out golfing at the country club, or chillin' at his mansion on a hill with his 25-year-old blonde trophy wife and couple of snotty children...just because his company gauges every Irvine resident out of an extra $50 a month. Yes, it's a big fat stereotype, but I won't apologize for it because I know those family models exist quite prevalently in Orange County. Well, Mr. Jim Robbins...I hope you enjoy my extra $50 dollars month. I hope you enjoy your lamborghini and your meaningless life.

Now, I know this isn't the most exciting of blog topics, but I have to express my fuming irritation somehow. Seriously Robbins, fuck you and your mom.

Unforgivable....
 
 
Super Gina
04 January 2009 @ 12:02 am


I spend a whole lot of time and energy worrying about what direction my life is headed in, and a lot less time being content with where I am. But every once in a while I get a reminder, a few drops of wisdom that put things back into perspective so that I can see a little more clearly. Life is a journey. We all start from zero and end at zero (ashes to ashes, dust to dust), but we all take different paths to get from our origins to our destinations. We try different things (relationships, professions, hobbies, etc.), each one leading to the next, just a series of key points in the plots of our stories. There's a flow to it - a flow that isn't so easy to see when you're living in the moment. You sort of have to step outside yourself, look at where you are and what got you there. Why swim against the current? Why not let it take you where it will? The way I see it, nature always wins. Time is a progression, and you can't fight time. I would rather spend my energy on making the best out of my circumstances instead of resisting the flow of things. Now, I hate to think that I don't have control over my life, that God is the puppeteer who pulls the strings. I do however believe in the idea that things happen for a reason - that my decisions define my life, but that those decisions arise from opportunities that are specifically meant for me. Whether intended for me by God or by Nature, it doesn't particularly matter (since they're one in the same in my mind). I believe in the big picture - the heightened meaning of life as a whole as opposed to individual events. Thus, I trust the journey. I will strive to move with the current and realize that each moment is merely a page in my book.

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Also, speaking of pages in my book, my favorite shoes made an appearance on PostSecret.


CUTE SHOES


I hope she found her niche like I did :)
 
 
Current Mood: complacent
 
 
Super Gina
22 December 2008 @ 11:04 pm


You are the tiger, and I the house cat,
indigenous to lands that will never converge,
existing in times that will never coincide...
Yet the forces of nature partake in a game -
the possibility of us,
caught in suspension,
dangling like a pinata waiting to be burst.
The bludgeon is in my hands,
heavier than ever before
and I am immobile.
Take it from me! I can't bear myself.
The air is too thick, and my arms too weak,
I simply can't reach, no matter how hard I try.
Excuses...

It's easier not to.
It's wrong and I know it.
But just let me be...
just let me be.
 
 
Current Mood: discontent
Current Music: Devendra Banhart
 
 
 
 

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